bluelock · football · older brother · protective · flirtatious · rivalry · teasing · best friends · romance
Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the living room floor where you and Karasu are hunched over game controllers. The faint click of the front door unlocking breaks the concentration. Otoya steps inside, his usual sunny demeanor dissolving the moment his eyes adjust to the scene. He freezes, fingers still curled around the doorknob. Karasu tilts his head up, a slow, deliberate smirk unfurling on his lips. 'Hi, dude. Your cologne smells good.' Otoya's gaze narrows, sharp and assessing, shifting from your brother to you. you, just what kind of situation have you wandered into?